Chapter 163: Chapter 162: I’ll Beat You to Death

The best answer is the one you let someone else figure out for themselves.

After all, if he presented his ability as a simple eidetic memory, no one would bother to dig any deeper.

Wu Chen understood this, so he scratched the back of his head and said with a humble smile:

"I just remember things a little faster than the average person; it’s not a real talent. Practicing Martial Arts ultimately comes down to hard work and enduring hardship. It’s not worthy of your high regard, Senior."

"How is that not a real talent! Even without any aptitude for Martial Arts, just having an eidetic memory puts you ahead of countless people in this world!"

The old man’s eyes grew brighter as he loudly retorted. He seemed about to say more, but his gaze suddenly dimmed, and he let out a long sigh.

"What a pity!"

’A pity?’

Wu Chen was confused. The old man’s regretful expression didn’t look fake; he seemed to genuinely cherish talent.

But he didn’t know much about the Celestial Star Sect. He also knew people were fickle, let alone a remnant soul that could dissipate at any moment.

So he wasn’t sure if the "pity" the old man spoke of referred to his inability to possess Wu Chen’s body.

The old man simply lamented to himself:

"It’s a shame you didn’t come sooner. Otherwise, I could have granted you a great opportunity."

"But now, I’m just a remnant soul, and the Celestial Star Sect has been shattered and utterly destroyed. I couldn’t even pass the Sect’s legacy on to you if I wanted to."

"If you had come sooner, I could have given you more Martial Arts techniques, and the Celestial Star Sect wouldn’t have ended up with no successor!"

"You only came now... no, wait... in all these years, I’ve only seen the two of you... The heavens truly want my Celestial Star Sect to perish!"

"The heavens want my Celestial Star Sect to perish!"

As he spoke, grief overwhelmed him. Straddling Wu Chen’s shoulders, he beat his chest and stomped his feet, letting out a great wail.

He was just like an old child.

"This..."

Wu Chen could see the old man’s wailing wasn’t an act; it was a genuine, heartfelt expression. His feelings for the Celestial Star Sect were clearly profound.

But whether it was an act or not, Wu Chen knew he couldn’t help him.

This was his first time encountering a spiritual entity, and the situation before him was far beyond his understanding of Martial Arts.

Wu Chen’s current understanding of Martial Arts was still centered on real blades and real spears, on fists and feet, on tempering the physical body.

So even if he wanted to help...

’It’s not really about helping him. At the very least, if I can help him recover some memories, I can get two more Blood Coagulation Cultivation Techniques. That would also count as helping him continue the Celestial Star Sect’s legacy.’

’It’d be the best of both worlds!’

’But all I can do is sigh in pity...’

Having never encountered such a being before, Wu Chen naturally had no treasures that could nourish a soul. He could only watch the old man sigh and lament.

Seeing this, Wu Chen could only wait patiently.

After all, the man was immersed in the memory of his Sect being slaughtered by Alien Demons. Asking for Martial Arts techniques now would be asking for a beating.

Fortunately, after a few moments, the old man seemed to have vented his emotions sufficiently. He waved his hand.

Four streaks of light flew out from his sleeve, becoming four more jade slips that hovered in front of Wu Chen.

Since he had already demonstrated his eidetic memory, Wu Chen had nothing left to hide.

He took the four jade slips and quickly scanned through them.

A short while later, he handed the four jade slips back.

The old man waved his hand, refusing them, and tossed another jade slip to Wu Chen, saying:

"This jade slip has the effect of calming the mind and nurturing one’s qi. It might be of some help to you, so keep it. Consider it a seed being planted for my Celestial Star Sect!"

"Thank you for this treasure, Senior," Wu Chen said politely, accepting the jade slip without protest.

"It’s nothing precious."

The old man waved his hand, his expression listless. It was clearly time for him to rest, but he forced himself to continue:

"Since you have the five organ-refining methods memorized, go into the hall now."

Wu Chen asked, puzzled, "Senior, what for?"

"There is an Earth Milk Spirit Pool in there. It has miraculous effects on one’s physique and internal organs."

Wu Chen recalled the pool that was emitting mist; that must be the Earth Milk Spirit Pool the senior was talking about.

But one could never be too cautious. He looked at Xue Hongling and said, "Let’s go. We’ll check it out together."

"Alright," Xue Hongling replied, getting up immediately.

The two walked into the hall, stopping in front of a shallow puddle of grayish-white liquid that emitted a clean fragrance. It was the Earth Milk.

"There’s nothing special to it. Just get in," the old man said.

The old man was directing Wu Chen, but was surprised to see him look at Xue Hongling and say, "This is good stuff. I don’t need it. You go ahead."

"Me?" Xue Hongling was stunned for a moment. This miraculous boon was something the senior had prepared for Wu Chen. How could she dare to use it!

"It’s fine. My physique doesn’t need this. The Earth Milk Spirit Pool will have a much greater effect on you. You going in is putting it to its best use."

Wu Chen walked up behind Xue Hongling and, regardless of her willingness, gave her a gentle push.

Feeling the warmth of his palm on her shoulder and the solid force behind it, Xue Hongling involuntarily stepped forward, into the Earth Milk Spirit Pool.

In that instant, the misty vapor from the Earth Milk surged upwards, enveloping Xue Hongling in layer after layer, like a cocoon.

Wu Chen believed that the Earth Milk Spirit Pool was a good thing, and he also believed that the five organ-refining Cultivation Techniques he was sequentially upgrading were perfectly fine.

But he wondered if putting two good things together might cause an unexpected reaction.

Wu Chen had to take precautions.

Sure enough, seeing this scene, the old man flew into a rage.

But it wasn’t for the reasons Wu Chen suspected—some sinister plot—but rather the fury of seeing a precious treasure being wasted:

"You damn fool! This Earth Milk Spirit Pool is already faint and scarce, and it will never be replenished."

"Willing to cast aside your own Martial Arts for a bit of romance... how can you ever amount to anything?"

"A gift like an eidetic memory is completely wasted on you."

"You fool, you utter fool..."

The old man jumped and cursed on Wu Chen’s shoulder. Unfortunately, his soul was too faint to use any of his abilities to push Wu Chen into the Spirit Pool himself, so he could only keep screaming insults.

Wu Chen remained unmoved, pretending not to hear, and quietly watched the changes within the Earth Milk Spirit Pool.

However, from the old man’s genuine outburst of emotion, he could tell that the elder wasn’t a bad person, and certainly not as malicious as he had imagined.

However, the old man’s furious curses against Wu Chen all reached the ears of Xue Hongling, who was enveloped in the mist.

She knew that for the senior to be this furious, the Spirit Pool at her feet must be an incredibly priceless treasure.

Most importantly, it was irreplaceable, which made her extremely anxious.

The mist churned, and her figure began to emerge.

"What are you doing!" Wu Chen’s brows furrowed.

Xue Hongling’s voice came from within the mist, "This Spirit Pool is too precious. You should be the one to use it."

Wu Chen stared at the churning mist and said impatiently, "If you dare come out, I’ll smack you."

As soon as he said this, the mist-shrouded figure inside the Earth Milk Spirit Pool stopped moving.

Xue Hongling’s cheeks burned. She knew, of course, that Wu Chen would actually do it, so she could only stand there obediently, not moving an inch.

"Shameless fools! What a disgrace!"

The old man rolled his eyes dramatically. Amidst what looked for all the world like a scene of flirtatious bickering, he transformed into a streak of light and shot back into the bronze statue.

It was unclear whether his soul could no longer hold out, or if he simply couldn’t stand the sickeningly sweet scene.

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